While southerly stops really blowing, I wake up into the dying day. I put on an extra sweater and light wind jacket, cross the SH1 highway just next to camp, cross the railway just next to highway, and in the grey dusk I stand on the rugged coast with sand and big rocks. The sea talks.

As I follow the flight of two dark birds into the land I see someone else entering the beach, something in me twitches (?) and I start to think about aloneness and when we are more than one universe.

So why is it, that we are so different when we are more than when we are one (although we are many in the first place)? And those manys of one body are different from those manys of more bodies (souls?). And how complex can this matrix of relations become?